Chapter 7With a soft groan, Rainbird opened his eyes. Not that he’d expected to open them again. He’d made peace with himself and was ready to die in that sealed room. Now, it took a moment to realise he was draped over Iseoy’s shoulder. The second thing he noticed was the way Iseoy’s jumpsuit had split apart in places and seemed far too small for the PrideHomer. In fact, Iseoy himself seemed so much larger. “Iseoy? What’s happening?” “High ground. Protect.” “What?” The words made no sense to Rainbird. “Protect. Mate.” The PrideHomer’s voice was different, wrong. Deeper, more guttural, almost as if Iseoy was struggling to speak. “What mate? Protect from what? If you put me down, I can help.” Rainbird had no idea what the PrideHomer was talking about. What mate could Iseoy have possib